A tint of sadness lingers on the verge

Of acidic tears, of a pain so bittersweet.

What once was there is now lost, washed

Away by the unwelcome burning.

It cleanses his image from eyes too tired

To look for the bright side yet again.

Like iodine in a fresh wound it stings

As he erodes from cherished memory.

A liquid cremation that turns love to

Amnesia, and amnesia to indifference, and

The sobs fall from eyes once lit with

The promises of forever.

They travel across lips that have forgotten

All sensations but that of frowning, and

They fall to a cold and unforgiving earth

Reminiscent of the seeds of love that

Never got a chance to grow.

- illgiveyouallofmywords (on tumblr)

-

unique 

(adjective.) being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else